Sunday, January 27, 2008

Thief

Thief Angie Lisle

You came like a thief in the night,Slipped in the bed where I rested,Whispered words that felt so right –Words that couldn't be tested,Since you always left before the morning light,Naught but a dream for which I quested.

Why did you come to me,If this was never meant to be?

You were a midnight rogue who walked away,Couldn't finish the game that you started,Closed yourself to the words I had to say –Words that left me broken-hearted,Since you never came to me by day,Naught but a wish from which I parted.

Why did you come to me,If this was never meant to be?Why did you come to me,The girl who wasn't free?

You came to me as a shadowed liar,knowing that you would never be mine,Murmured words that set me on fire –but it was all just another line,Since all you wanted stemmed from desire,Naught but a fantasy for which I'd pine.

Why did you come to me,If this was never meant to be?Why did you come to me,The girl who wasn't free?Why did you come to me,The one you weren't supposed to see?

About Me

I'm an eclectic pagan (witch). I write and dabble with various forms of art. I adore books. Contact me at angie.lisle@gmail.com.

From Dictionary.com:ec·lec·tic\ih-klek-tik\adj selecting or choosing from various sources; or, made up of what is selected from different sources; or, not following any one system, as of philosophy, medicine, etc., but selecting and using what are considered the best elements of all systems.

pa·gan \pey-guhn\ noun one of a people or community observing a polytheistic religion, as the ancient Romans and Greeks; or, a person who is not a Christian, Jew, or Muslim; or, an irreligious or hedonistic person.